You stopped off at Omashu in hopes of finding some good grub at the stalls, which seemingly went on for miles and miles. Though you couldn't help but overhear word of "The Avatar" from a pair. The Avatar? He hadn't been seen in 100 years, it was ridiculous. But the way the young man seemed so adamant, he couldn't have just been discussing the legend, maybe he really had returned.

Ignoring how tightly shrouded the young man and the older male were in fabrics, as though shielding themselves from the Sun, he had a pouch hanging off his belt, which hung heavily. It was promising.